This is a song about "My dead homies"

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Even when my dreams are dead

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And all my homies locked down and they waitin' to get released

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife